His hands rubbed at Mark’s thighs, increasing the excitement even as they soothed away some of the tension. “You’re doing so well, baby. Breathe for me.”
His blurry eyesight focused on Caster as he found his first full breath in a few minutes.
Caster’s hand was back, stroking his wet, sensitive cock. The touch was light, almost fleeting, but he was on the edge again, too soon.
“You are so fun.” Caster chuckled. “You want to come?”
Mark’s nod was a frantic release of a fraction of the energy he held on to. “Yes. Please…”
The soft teasing touch disappeared, but Caster moved faster than his objecting groan, his hand wrapping around Mark’s throat, the hiss from his lips a breeze that cooled his hot face. “Not until I’m inside you.”
The prospect increased his already racing heart to impossible proportions, his mind awash with the memory of Caster’s cock invading his body. But could he have the strength to hold on?
“Yes. Yes, you will.” The thoughts floating from Mark’s mind into his goaded Caster to rush this, plunge deep, and command his body to obey. But he called on every ounce of his diminishing control to hold back. Every other encounter between them had been fast, rough, and tinged with a hint of desperation. This time, he wanted to discover, learn every contour of Mark’s body. This would likely never happen again, and if he couldn’t have him forever, he’d settle for the memory.
Mark shook his head, but his trembling body, the way he held still, waiting for his command to move, was a thing ofbeauty.
Caster pushed away the disappointment that he couldn’t have this every day and focused on his submissive. He flexed his fingers, tightening his grip on Mark’s throat a fraction, enough to draw a moan from Mark’s entire body. His cock throbbed with the need to move things along, but this would never be about him. It was about drawing every ounce of pleasure from the trembling body beneath his. He aimed to make Mark cry out until he couldn’t anymore. To draw him so close to the cliff-edge, he had no choice but to fly.
The amber flecks in Mark’s brown eyes seemed larger the longer he held his gaze and Caster’s smile, his pride grew as Mark fought his need to close his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to taste his lips again, share the unique taste that was his essence, but this was a process.
His hand tightened a fraction, and the brown in Mark’s eyes sharpened as tears welled. His other hand squeezed between their bodies, past Mark’s cock to that entrance calling for him. Mark responded with a gasp and a plea, his body opening up further with undisguised total acceptance.
Caster’s fingers brushed against the tight ring of muscle, their position making it difficult for him to find any purchase. But he wasn’t willing to lose the closeness. Mark’s skin tingled with the desire he held back, and the contact sent similar ripples through his skin.
It was difficult, but his thumb found a way inside. Mark’s body offered little resistance, his hips pushing down on the finger.
“Stay still.” His voice was raw, tight, held captive by hisdesire.
Mark gasped, but the images his mind projected screamed his desperate need, his pleas for release.
“I know.” The grip on Mark’s throat eased to a caress as the tears swimming in those gorgeous eyes drifted past his eyelids. “But first, we play, hmm?”
Mark’s nod was small.
Caster watched those eyes as he moved past his chest to his prize. Mark’s eyes followed his movement, the wet lashes casting a shadow that made the brown seem almost black.
His mouth watered with anticipation, but he moved past the temptation that was Mark’s cock and pushed his legs wider. Exposed to him was the only place he wanted to be, what he doubted he would ever get enough of.
“Please.”
Mark’s whisper drew him away from thoughts of a future, of having this every morning, and back to the task at hand.
“Open your eyes.” He wanted all his senses.
Mark’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, but even so close, his obedience, his submission, was complete.
Caster dared him to look away as he sucked his thumb into his mouth before pressing the wet digit against Mark’s entrance. His body yielded to the intrusion with little resistance. Their previous encounters were evidence he didn’t require too much preparation. It was clear he enjoyed the pain, but Caster was determined to remove all pain today.
He pointed to the side table by the bed. “Open that for me,baby.”
Mark’s hand flexed as he released the hold he still had on the headboard to do as he was told.
“There’s a small bottle there. Give it to me.”
He reached for the bottle of lubricant Mark handed him, ignoring the questions in Mark’s expression.
He nodded towards the headboard. “Now, as you were.”